After being unable to find a job in her native town in the north of England, a young school leaver had
taken a job as a cleaner in a small private girls school, now almost nine teen she was still treated as a
skivvy,
she attended mass once a month when a local priest held a service for the small number of girls who
were Roman Catholic,
after mass one morning she spoke to the priest,
I'm sorry Father I don't feel prayer, Hail Marys, etc . are giving me what I need, God forgive my
blasphemy,
Kathleen you know there are places you can go, retreats, yes Father but I haven't the time or the
wherewithal to go to such a place,
there is a solution, there is some spare rooms at the old presbytery we could use, very Spartan, you
would spend your day in prayer rising early to kneel on the cold hard floor, fasting, silent meditation,
you would be divested of all your trendy modern trappings, obvious l I could not be hands on, not
present when you were stripped naked, immersed in a cold bath, shall I arrange it yes please Father,
the pretty dark haired teenager said feeling a sense of relief already,
I know just the parishioner to be your mentor, you know her Miss Mulholland, oh not her I know its
more of a penance if there is mutual animosity between you, yes Father I appreciate all you are doing
for me,
Kathleen when you pass thru this door there's no going back, yes Father I'm ready,
the teenage cleaner was shocked at what she saw, miss Mulholland wore her blonde hair loose gone
were the dull calf length granny dresses, she wore a white low cut satiny blouse, showing a daring
amount of cleavage, she wore a black pencil skirt it was tight and clingy around her shapely bottom,
in her right hand she held a heavyweight leather strap or tawse,
put your jewellery in here she indicated a brown paper bags, when the nervous teenager hesitated,
Mulholland grabbed her wrist and holding her hand out lashed the heavy duty tawse down hard on
Kathleen's palm,
don't make me use the tawse again so soon she hissed, Kathleen quickly adding her silver crucifix to her
watch and bangle,
strip to your undies, she snapped, no please or thank yous here, the nervous school cleaner did as she
was told,
she had wanted to undergo penance and now she was receiving it in spades,
at the hands of her snooty, oh look at me I'm so superior co-religionist, miss Mulholland,
sit there now Mulholland snapped, in her bra and panties Kathleen sat in the old dusty wooden upright
chair, "oh what are you doing" the startled teen yelled as she realised Mulholland was hacking her long
dark brown hair off with a pair of shears, shut up your here to atone for your sins not flaunt yourself, in
your trendy mod gear, she snarled, its a pity you weren't plastered in makeup I would have taken great
pleasure in scrubbing it off your impudent little face, Mulholland hissed waving an old fashioned heavy
duty scrubbing brush in Kathleen's face,
strip naked and get in there and wash yourself you useless slug, use the soap she stood under the tepid
shower and washed as best she could with the large unwieldy bar like the harsh soap her gran had used
to scrub the front step.
that'll do get dry she was thrown a scrap of towel stiff and none to clean,
here get dressed stop flaunting your nakedness you hussy, she grabbed the garment Mulholland threw at
her and quickly donned the navy blue shift made of harsh scratchy, itchy material, it was shapeless it
reached Kathleen's knee, "yes much more suitable for a common working class guttersnipe than the
trendy mod gear you strut about in, follow me" her mentor hissed,
this is your cell, a small spartan room, a low pallet bed with a stained straw filled mattress,
a small table with a candle stick holder a candle wax running down. a battered bible, a high window,
use the candle sparingly you wont get another, after a night kneeling and praying,
Mulholland tied Kathleen's hands with rough rope, fastening them to a metal ring set in the wall,
she pulled down the blue smock leaving the attractive teenager naked from the waist up,
she then brandished a small whip like a cat o nine tails, Kathleen had seen pictures of men in catholic
countries flagellating them selves with such implements,(tho the flails used by those men had lead
pellets at the tail end this one was merely knotted, it still inflicted a degree of pain,
turn face the wall the school cleaner did as she was told, owwch! she yelped as the tails of the whip
lashed across her bare back, she continued to yell as the pain mounted sobbing she gasped for mercy,
yes pray to the Virgin you worthless sinner, Mulholland shouted, at last the whipping ended but the
dark-haired penitent was left hanging by her wrist after ten minutes she was roughly spun round release
at last she thought but no her torment was to continue, Mulholland began lashing the whip across
Kathleen's pert breasts and her pale flat belly, the young girl could only hang there moaning the pain was
terrible, tho still in pain Kathleen noted that the scars on her breasts and belly were fading ,she assumed
her back was likewise healing,
get in there, strip, Kathy would once have hesitated to follow such an instruction but a few days in the
house of penance had made her obedient to a fault,
she bent over the rough wooden table lay still as Mulholland looped the rope over each of the teenagers
wrists, then she tied the ends of the rope to the table legs, feet on the rough stone floor body stretched
across the table her well rounded teenage bottom ideally displayed she winces as she heard the swish of
the cane tho she had already guessed what her penance was to be,
get ready sinner, Mulholland hissed, Kathleen gritted her teeth as she heard the swish of the heavy duty
rattan, thwack! she yelped, the cane whipped across the centre of both cheeks, Mulholland certainly
knew how to wield a rattan, and again the swish, the crack, the yelp of pain as the heavy duty cane
landed on the teenagers bare bottom, stroke after viscous stroke were lashed down on the young
woman's pert bottom, it was pure agony, she was sobbing uncontrollably, at last it was over,
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Kathleen lay licking her wounds, she heard a strange noise was it an animal in distress? a dog or cat tho
she had seen none during her stay in the house of penance, she investigated, a light from a door slightly
ajar, the noise was coming from there, the teenage school cleaner was shocked,
tho a virgin she knew what the beast with two backs looked like, a woman with long blonde hair was
riding a man,
the blonde woman turned her head and shrieked, "Liam its the little bitch," the pretty dark haired
teenager ran for it,
they followed the dark haired teenager in to the yard, pulling on clothing as they ran panic stricken,
you are a disgrace and you too Liam, I wont call you father you're not fit to wear the priestly vestments,
and as for you glamour puss, you're nowt but a brazen hussy,
didn't you have a thought for the girls, the girls who attend mass how would they feel having to face
their Protestant classmates, you are a disgrace, I wont tell of what I've seen, I've to much respect for the
Headmistress and the school,
"well said that woman" Kathleen spun round and saw the Headmistress and the Head of Year,
Father Liam and Miss Mulholland still partially dressed they blanched at the sight of the two senior
teachers, shamefaced they dressed,
Kathleen removed the hated blue shift and flung it at Mulholland, here wear this you slut,
the pretty teenager pulled on her top and stepped into her cord mini, she was shaking the Head of Year
embraced her holding her close, Miss Mulholland go to your room please and await my call. yes
Headmistress the white faced teacher mumbled, and turning on the white faced priest Kathleen
shouted you never take mass here again, arrange for a new
priest to come here next month, or I will report you to the bishop, shouted Kathleen,
come inside dear and have some tea, here drink that a large brandy was thrust into her hand she downed
it in one, felt the liquid fire flow thru her body,
what on earth has been going on and what have you done to your lovely hair? its my penance miss
Kathleen replied, she explained the reason she underwent penance and the whippings and canings she
had received at the hands of her co- religionist,
it was arranged that Mulholland would work the half term week cleaning under Kathleen's
supervision, and would keep her job if she accepted a caning from the Headmistress,
here wear that Kathleen said throwing the course blue shift at Mulholland, we can start cleaning the
toilet block at eight tomorrow,
in the heads study, the two senior teachers, Kathleen and the sniffling teacher,
take that ridiculous skirt off and your blouse, she stood there hang dog, wearing her sexy undies,
excuse me miss is it ok if I go to the refectory and make a cup of tea I prefer not to watch, Kathleen
spoke softly, yes of course, if that's what you want,
right you bend over the desk, the head snapped a look of contempt on her face, Mulholland quivered and
sniffled, she had never received corporal punishment at school or at her middle class home,
she obeyed. Kathleen heard the crack of the cane as she walked down the corridor, followed my an
ungodly shriek,
the chastisement seemed to have had as salutary effect on the young teacher she worked willingly and
hard along side Kathleen, on the Monday morning,
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